“De chief, massa, hims tell me few moments ago dat canoe wid Mbango and oomans hab pass dis way to-morrow.”
“To-morrow!” I exclaimed.
“No, me forgit; hab pass yistumday.”
“Indeed!”
“Yis, an’ de chief hims say hims want us to stop wid him and go hunt for week or two. P’raps he no let us go ’way.”
“That’s just possible, Mak. Have you told Jack?”
“No, massa.”
“Then go bring him and Peterkin hither at once.”
In a few minutes my companions were with me, and we held a brief earnest consultation as to what we should do.
“I think we should tell the chief we are anxious to be off at once, and leave him on good terms,” said I.